Sinners' Playground (The Harlequin Crew #1) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,132

the time." He scowled like that made no sense to him and I couldn’t help but stare at him, wondering where the hell he got off thinking he could just do whatever the fuck he liked all the damn time.

"Wow. You're actually insane, aren't you?"

Fox shoved his stool back so hard it crashed to the floor and stood in front of me, pinning me in his glare.

"Don't push me right now, Rogue," he growled, making the hairs along the back of my neck stand on end.

"I'm curious, Fox, do you want me to be afraid of you or are you just trying to make me bow to you?" I asked, narrowing my eyes over my apple at him. "Because you really shouldn't forget that I'm a dead girl walking. I've survived the worst things life has ever thrown at me and I'm still here. There's not much left that I'm afraid of these days. Least of all you."

Fox frowned at me and then swiped a hand down his face like he was trying to scrub the anger right out of his body.

"Chase and JJ seem to think that if I keep on trying to protect you the way I am you're gonna run for good one of these days and I...well, I don't fucking want that. So, if you promise to check in and stay close then I'm not gonna keep locking you up and forcing you to run from me," he said, watching me closely to gauge my reaction.

I was so surprised by that that I just lowered my apple to the counter and gave the phone another look. "So it's a leash instead of a cage?" I asked with a frown, trying to decide if I should be jumping at this and clinging on with both hands or ramming my new mermaid phone up his ass.

"I've got you a car, too. It'll be here tonight or tomorrow."

"I didn't ask you to get me anything," I pointed out and he huffed irritably.

"Just decide Rogue. The car and the phone or locked doors?" he snarled like I was the one being unreasonable here. Psycho.

"I'll take your shit then," I said, hopping up and forcing him to move back to let me escape. "Better that than being stuck here with you twenty-four seven."

He scowled, his eyes like a dark and dangerous forest I kinda wanted to explore, but I also knew I’d end up eaten by a tiger if I did.

I moved around him to go sit out by the pool and the shattered remains of the barbecue and he didn’t object. This was either a win or a cleverly disguised trap and as I sat flicking through my new phone in the sunshine, I quickly figured out which.

There was some pretty carefully disguised tracking software installed on the device which probably explained why the phone was out of the box. I almost hit delete on it before getting a better idea. If Fox wanted to know where I was at all times, then he could have fun chasing me around town and wondering what the fuck I was up to.

Game on asshole. I'm gonna make this fun.

I t was ladies’ night at Afterlife and a crowd of women were currently drinking in the bar, waiting for the show to start as they fiddled themselves under the tables at the thought of seeing their favourite stripper dancing just for them. Well, at least that was what I assumed they were doing.

I sat in my seat in the dressing room, my feet up on the surface before the mirror which was ringed with bright white lights.

"I'd face fuck you with a balloon so good baby," I spoke on the phone. "I'd work that air-filled latex fucker down your throat again and again until it popped, do you think you could handle that?"

"Yes," she moaned. "I could take it all the way, Bobby."

"Say my full name," I growled, nodding in thanks to Estelle as she placed a coffee down in front of me.

"Bobby Inflatable," the woman purred in my ear and I groaned loudly, drawing the eye of my co-dancer Adam beside me who looked confused as fuck.

She started moaning louder and louder and I cursed internally, needing to draw her back and long out this call. My voice was too damn sexy for my own good.

"When you've got my balloon good and wet, I'll flip you over beneath me, and push the bouncy little devil up your as-" A click sounded on